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“I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.”
“No,” she protested, desperately shaking her head at me as she slowly made to sit up with my assistance. “She’ll call my parents. They’ll send me away again.”
“And that’s exactly what needs to happen. It might do you some actual good to separate yourself from the academy for a while.”
She opened her mouth to protest.
“You just tried to kill yourself, Sky. I’m not arguing with you over it. So, you can either come willingly with me, or with a three-guard escort. Either way, you’re going.”
She gaped at me, her eyes pleading, but she was shit out of luck if she thought I’d change my mind. Even though she was a fucking idiot, I still cared about her. Every person I cared about left this world under cruel and foolish circumstances, and Sky wasnotabout to get added to that list. Not because of some fucking guy. History was not going to repeat itself.
“But-but my stuff—” she started.
“Text me a list of what you’ll need. I’ll pack everything up and drop it off to you before you leave.”
“Samara, I—”
“I swear to GOD I’ll punch you into a coma if you tell me no again.” I reached over and checked her wrists, pleased to see the bleeding was more or less under control. She’d still need to see a doctor. I never did get a good look at how deep the gashes were.
“I was just going to say that I think you might want to get a new shirt first.”
I gaped down at my black, lacy bra, smirking. “Right. For your sake, don’t go anywhere or try anything slick. After I get dressed, we’re leaving.”
Thirty-Nine
Samara
Isatonmybed later that night, after I’d gotten back from dropping off Sky’s things at the front desk, and stared down at the envelope, my guts twisting. I couldn’t calculate the total number of minutes I’d spent in the day just gawking at it like it was poisonous. Hell, I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I still hadn’t gained the courage to open the damn thing.
This is what I wanted, right? To finally know the truth?
But what if Phantom’s right?
What if the answers I seek are so much worse than I imagined?
My phone rang, the sound making me flinch and breathe in deeply to compose myself. With my eyes still on the enclosed packet, I grabbed my phone resting on my pillow and answered it without reading the display.
“Hello?”
“Fuck, Kitten. It’s so damn good to hear your voice.”
My eyes lit up. “Jace…”
“Video chat?”
“Please.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear as the notification came in. With just a press of a button, there he was, my handsome king smiling big at me. He was in his apartment, lying down in bed. His dark hair was damp from a fresh shower, and I could easily tell by his pale complexion that something wasn’t right. He looked sick.
I swallowed worriedly as I took in his naked torso when he sat up to grab a glass of water off his nightstand.
He lost weight, too.
“God, I miss you,” he said as he lies back in bed, frowning. “I’m so sorry I haven’t called. Please don’t punch me in the dick.”
I giggled through a smile. “No promises. I miss you, too. I love you.”
“I love you, too. How have you been, baby? Tell me what’s been going on.”
